lapping its sand banks,
a pool of blue water.
breezy cool.
palms grow round it,
swaying lithe bodies on a
low desert dune.
There! Straight ahead!
No!
To the left!
Turn around!
To the right!
Go to it!
It’s gone.
It never
was.
lapping its sand banks,
a pool of blue water.
breezy cool.
palms grow round it,
swaying lithe bodies on a
low desert dune.
There! Straight ahead!
No!
To the left!
Turn around!
To the right!
Go to it!
It’s gone.
It never
was.